The Sanders Fleet

Fifth House - Contains LMP

{The title is written that way because it's there but it's not the focus

I'm sure there are dozens of Sanders Sides Hogwarts AUs out there but I love putting my own spin on things. Lets see how this one works out

Also I'm writing this whole thing out in one chapter no matter how d*mn long said chapter ends up being

TW: swearing, some fighting, mentions of homophobia, I think that's it but lemme know if I missed something}

"They're all so tiny!" Roman heard Patton whisper from the Hufflepuff table. He muffled a laugh at his friend's inability to be quiet.

The two of them were all the way across the Great Hall from each other, for God's sake.

He watched the first years curiously, chuckling the wide eyes that flicked from face to face. It certainly was a lot, having so many people staring at you.

Not that Roman ever minded being stared at.

He felt something nose his leg and looked under the table. A small mouse, folded out of paper, sat on the edge of his shoe. It didn't have a face but Roman could practically feel impatience rolling off of it.

He subtly leaned down and let the little thing crawl into his hand, where it became still as the enchantment over it wore off.

Roman unfolded the paper carefully in his lap, watching more first years as he did.

One boy in particular caught his attention, a smaller than normal eleven-year-old with shaggy dark hair that hung in his eyes. He was hunched in on himself, and the only reason Roman had even spotted him was that he was sort of by himself as they grouped back together at the front of the Entrance Hall.

He glanced down at the paper in his hand, then at Logan, who sat across the aisle from him at the Ravenclaw table.

'Meet Patton and I at the classroom across from the painting of the trolls with the silver goblets after the Feast'

Roman offered him a nod, then turned his attention towards the Sorting.

He couldn't stop glancing at that kid. There was just something... weird about him.

"Molan, Virgil."

The little boy jumped a little, then slowly made his way through the remaining first years. Roman leaned across the aisle between the tables to whisper to Logan.

"Bet you ten sickles he's a Slytherin."

He saw Patton give him a disapproving look from the Hufflepuff table.

"Don't judge off appearances, Roman." Logan murmured quietly.

Roman rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the front of the hall.

Little First Year Molan was still sitting on the stool. The whispers in the Great Hall slowly grew louder and louder with every second. Even the teachers were starting to look confused.

"I don't know what to do with him."

Uproar. Gasps and exclamations and loud questions.

"Is he muggle?" Headmistress McGonagall asked loudly. The room went silent again.

"No, he's a wizard. I just... can't place him."

When Roman glanced over at his friends, Logan's eyes were sparkling as the boy frantically scribbled away on a piece of parchment with a muggle pen. He knew his friend was a nerd, but was he really geeking out over a kid not being sorted?